The Plan

Siri listened patiently and quietly to your plight, letting you get through the entire thing before commenting. "Hm, so I was right about you..." She circled you and rested a hand on your cheek. "You are naturally submissive."

"Gee, thanks," you replied, rolling your eyes. Was she here just to taunt you?

"That's not a bad thing. With the right person, that submissive could be a-maz-ing." She hummed and met your gaze. "Before we go any further, I need to know two things. One: That you trust me and Two: That you'll do whatever I say. I am asking a lot. I am aware. But if you want this to work, then you need to trust me. Every move I make, every word I speak, every action I take - you must trust that it is in service of this plan."

She was right. It was a big ask. But... considering the circumstances, it was the least far-fetched thing here. She'd somehow predicted your problem, arrived at just the right time, and was now asking you to trust her.

"Okay. I trust you. I'll do whatever you say. I want to get this bastard and if following your orders will help me do that, I'll follow them to the grave." You said, doing your best to sound confident. Truth be told, you weren't sure anything could work at this point. But if anyone was strong enough to stand up against whatever Jake was doing, it was Siri.

"If I'm right, then he's drugging them. Something that triggers their pleasure sensors and sets them to overload. That's enough to break anyone and get them addicted... My guess is some sort of air-based spray... Maybe a cologne? And then he coats his dick with it... Perhaps under the guise of lube." She paced back and forth, her finger under her chin.

"That's... Oddly specific." You replied.

"It's called Cloud 9. A designer **** peddled to guys like this. You get the girls hooked on it, then, when they can't live without it, you sell them off. Of course, it seems like this guy's a bit greedy and wants to keep the women to himself. Which is... lucky for us in a way."

"How do you know so much about this?"

She paused, "right. This all sounds insane just coming from my mouth. So, full disclosure: it wasn't just the cards that led me here. To you, maybe, but I've been staking out this county for a while."

"Wait, does that mean—"

"Yea, I made detective!"

You jumped up and hugged her. "I'm sorry! I should have asked! I mean, congrats! I know you worked hard for it!"

"Well, yea. I also take this as a sign the universe wanted me to be a detective. Everything led me here. Funny how that all works."

You let go of her and nodded, "right. Your plans. What'd you got Ms. Detective?"

Her calculated façade faltered for a bit as she giggled at your comment, "calm down, Watson. I've narrowed it down to two options: I go undercover and find this stuff. I'm not as easily swayed as these other girls, so I'm not worried about anything happening. A few things could go wrong; namely, I'm found out. Now, Jake is hardly a hardened crime boss, so he wouldn't be able to harm me. However, I'm worried that his seller might cut and run, leaving me back to square one, aside from busting whatever this is."

"Okay. That's a lot. And the other?" You asked, morbidly curious. You had to remind yourself that she could do this. You needed to trust her.

"Well, we can't go in there guns-blazing without a warrant and everything I'm operating on is conjecture at this point. So, we'd need to sneak into his mansion and find whatever he is using. He's been a probable suspect for some time now, so I've got a pretty good idea of the kind of guy he is," she nodded and sat down next to you.

"Okay, but it sounds like this has been going on for a while. How long has the **** been on the streets?" You were trying to make a timeline. As far as you were aware, it's been about five years since you left.

"Hard to say. **** like this go through different stages and different names. I'd say a variation of it has been out for the better part of two decades?"

"That's a long time..." You weren't going to deliberate that any further. The failings of the government to handle illicit **** aside, it was fully possible that this was what Jake was using. The only question now was: what plan are you two going with?